Moon Landing Your belly is rounded, palimpsest of moon. Feet-up, you wait, eyes scanning the flickering screen. The grainy transmissions are like the silvered crater of my skull, the muffled chambers of my heart. Through egg-shell skin, I see a hazy light, turn like a heliotrope. As he takes his momentous step, you feel me kick. We're almost weightless, he and I, suspended between worlds. But I resist the pull of earth, the first breathless glimpse, begin one last slow-motion somersault, not yet ready to breathe for myself.
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Born in 1969, Karen Dennison’s passion for poetry began in her early thirties. Her poems have been published in South, Orbis, The New Writer, Ink Sweat and Tears and poetrywivenhoe 2011. Karen won the Indigo Dreams Collection Competition in 2011 and her first collection, Counting Rain, is published by Indigo Dreams.
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